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"well."

Lu Xueqi stared intently at those two words, her chest heaving violently, like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

However, before the weight on her heart could be completely lifted, the tip of the gun moved again.

This time I drew faster, and it's a bit messy, but the handwriting is clear:

"It's just a little troublesome. You guys go ahead, I'll be out looking for you soon."

Upon seeing this, Lu Xueqi's lips pressed into a pale line.

A minor trouble? What kind of "minor trouble" could have kept him trapped in the Abyss of the Dead for so long?

The spear tip paused, as if gathering strength, then continued:

"That big idiot Lu Xueqi, don't do anything reckless, don't even think about anything reckless."

Lu Xueqi's eyes welled up with tears, and her fingers clenched tightly.

"Senior Brother Qi, Shushu,"

At this point, Qiangjian seemed to hesitate for a moment, crossed out "Shushu" and changed it to "Senior Brother Zeng", "Help me bring Lu Xueqi back to Qingyun".

"Senior Brother Qi Hao," this time he used his full name and his tone seemed more serious, "Lu Xueqi refuses. Please be a little forceful; she's incredibly stubborn."

Qi Hao stood not far away, watching the words gradually appear on the ground, and his lips twitched slightly.

The spear tip concluded with a slightly heavier stroke: "In seven days, I can send another message. If Lu Xueqi isn't in Qingyun, I'll make her pay."

After writing, the dark red luster on the gun completely disappeared, as if it had exhausted all its power. With a "clang," it fell to Lu Xueqi's feet and returned to its dull, lifeless appearance, like a fire poker.

Lu Xueqi squatted down, picked up the God-Slaying Spear, and hugged it tightly to her chest. She lowered her head and stared at the few lines of words on the ground for a long, long time.

Then, she raised her head and looked at Qi Hao and Fa Xiang. The tears in her eyes had disappeared, leaving only a clear and resolute expression.

"Go back to Qingyun," she said, her voice soft but resolute.

Having said that, she looked away from everyone, slung the God-Slaying Spear over her back, and summoned Tianya.

The azure immortal sword shimmered with light, carrying her as it transformed into a blue rainbow and soared into the sky.

Qi Hao and Fa Xiang exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness and a sense of relief in each other's eyes.

Finally... he's willing to go back.

Zeng Shushu scratched his head, looking in the direction Lu Xueqi had disappeared, then at the crossed-out "Shushu" on the ground, and muttered, "What does Old Jiang mean by this? Valuing a woman over a friend..."

……

Several more days passed in the Blood-Dripping Cave.

On this day, Biyao and Jiang Xiaochuan sat side by side in the stone chamber inscribed with heavenly script, neither of them speaking, each lost in their own thoughts.

The inscriptions on the stone wall emitted a faint light, reflecting the quiet profiles of the two people.

Biyao suddenly turned her head to look at Jiang Xiaochuan. Her fingers unconsciously entwined around the thin chain of the Hehuan Bell at her waist, and she asked softly:

"That day... who was the girl with the blue sword who was beside you?"

Jiang Xueqi was repeatedly processing a passage of celestial scripture in her mind when she heard this, and her thoughts were interrupted.

He turned to look at Biyao, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he found her question somewhat inexplicable.

"Who?" he asked instinctively.

"It's in the Mountain and Sea Garden, and above the Abyss of the Dead, that very beautiful, very cold place, where they use blue immortal swords," Biyao described, her eyes fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan's face, not missing a single subtle change in his expression.

Jiang Xiaochuan realized she was referring to Lu Xueqi. He glanced at Biyao speechlessly: "Didn't the Ghost King Sect investigate the younger generation of Qingyun Sect disciples? Her name is Lu Xueqi, a disciple of Master Shuiyue of Xiaozhu Peak, and my fellow disciple."

"Just fellow disciples?" Biyao pressed, her tone calm, but her bright eyes remained unblinking.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, looked away, and added, "...We're still good friends."

Biyao said "Oh," and the corners of her mouth seemed to curve upwards almost imperceptibly before she quickly pursed them. She didn't press Lu Xueqi for more information, but instead changed the subject: "Tell me about your time at Qingyun Mountain."

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at her, and seeing that she seemed to be genuinely just curious, he looked away and returned his gaze to the stone wall, speaking casually.

He talked about his fellow disciples on Dazhu Peak.

Speaking of Du Bishu, who ranked seventh, he was addicted to gambling. He even made a magical artifact for himself in the shape of a die and named it "Divine Wood Dice," which shows his gambling nature.

Speaking of the eldest brother, Song Daren, he is the most honest and steady person. He is very kind to his junior brothers and sisters. However, when he faces Senior Sister Wenmin of Xiaozhu Peak, he always turns red and becomes tongue-tied.

Speaking of Senior Sister Wenmin, she is gentle and graceful, and is one of the few people in Qingyun Sect who can make Song Daren, that blockhead, a little more enlightened.

Speaking of Master's wife Su Ru, she looks gentle, but she is actually very strict when teaching her disciples, especially Tian Ling'er. However, the occasional displays of affection warm people's hearts.

Speaking of Master Tian Buyi, his mouth is really foul. He is merciless when he scolds people, but he is also really ruthless when he protects his own.

He spoke of Qi Hao of Longshou Peak, a rising star among the younger generation, who acted with composure and the air of a great general, though sometimes he was too rigid.

Speaking of Zeng Shushu from Feng Huifeng, he was playful and mischievous, full of "miscellaneous knowledge," and loved collecting strange and unusual things. He even secretly gave him a few "blue books." At this point, Jiang Xiaochuan paused, his face a little unnatural, and vaguely glossed over the matter.

He mentioned Zhang Xiaofan, that clumsy junior brother whose cooking skills were astonishing.

Speaking of Tian Ling'er, she is lively and charming, like a happy little bird, and is the joy of Dazhu Peak.

He also talked about his pet three-eyed monkey, Xiao Hui, who has a strange temper and loves bananas the most. But what excites it the most is being hit on the head by him. Every time he pretends to hit it on the head, it not only doesn't dodge, but gets excited and jumps around, squeaking and making noise, which makes people both laugh and cry.

As he spoke, his tone gradually relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The daily life on Qingyun Mountain, the trivial, warm, and sometimes troublesome people and events, were told in the quiet, secluded Dripping Blood Cave, which evoked in him a distant, almost otherworldly longing.

Biyao listened quietly, leaning against him without interrupting. She could sense that when he spoke of these things, his usual aloofness and defensiveness seemed to have dissipated considerably.

Those names, those trivial matters, pieced together little by little, revealed another side of him on Qingyun Mountain, a Jiang Xiaochuan she had never seen, yet who seemed... very vivid.

He said a lot...

But he never mentioned Lu Xueqi.

Not a single word.

Biyao noticed, but she didn't ask anything. She simply rested her head on his cold shoulder and closed her eyes when he finally stopped and stared at the stone wall in a daze.

Jiang Xiaochuan stiffened for a moment, feeling the weight and warmth on his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw Biyao leaning against him, breathing evenly, her long eyelashes casting a quiet shadow on her face; she had fallen asleep.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

Then, he moved carefully, slipping one hand under her knees and the other around her back, and gently lifted her up. In her sleep, Biyao unconsciously snuggled closer to him, searching for a more comfortable position.

Jiang Xiaochuan carried her out of the Heavenly Book Stone Chamber, through the stalactite cave, and back to the stone chamber with the floor mat.

He gently placed her on the cotton mattress, pulled the quilt over her, and Biyao murmured something, turned over, hugged the quilt, and continued to sleep.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood by the futon, looked at her for a while, then turned around and walked out of the stone chamber.